But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

Some things are better left buried and forgotten.

They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

The first one, we’ll name Blue.